Morbid train of thought.

When I was younger I had a recurring dream where I would die in a car wreck. I never figured out what I hit. I was driving one second and the next I was mangled up in the car. In the dream it was nighttime and I was twenty-two. I don't know why such a specific age, but it was an important fact in the dream. That dream made me a very aware driver. I haven't had it in over a year, now. So that's good.

I guess that's more of a nightmare.

She sent me a quote from FML earlier. A guy asked his date how she thought she would die and she said something crazy like, "By being made into a wallet." I've been thinking about it ever since. I have no idea how I'm going to die. That's such a far off thing. You have to get married and buy a house and have kids before you can do that. Dying is something for grown ups. It's hard to think about it. It's hard to accept that possibility. I used to have a fascination with death. I guess everyone sort of does. It's a phase everybody goes through. I don't think I'm much of a fatalist.

It would be funny, though. It's funny to think about it. There are so many other things to think about, though. It's okay. There's time for everything.

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Pseudo-science (like psych).

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everything is fine

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